Mirror
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Disclaimer: I don't own x-men – if I did there'd be more than just homoerotic tension between Cyclops and Wolverine…
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Author's Notes: These will probably be the only notes you see. I just wanted to explain the idea behind this. My plan is for this to be part of a series of five kind of drabble-y things. Each one will be about someone that Logan has loved, or could have loved, and what they meant to him. First up – Jean.
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Sometimes he remembers Jean.
He remembers her graceful neck, and her hair flaming red like passion untapped. She was the one he wanted but could never have.
Alive, she eluded him. Dead she continues to do so. She remains forever just out of reach, as near and untouchable as his reflection in the mirror.
Jean and the Phoenix.
Logan and the Wolverine.
Even their reflections reflect one another.
His darkness is hers; the darkness of the untamed, the simmering rage against those who had wronged them, the raw, unstoppable fury. Only she could have understood him; completed him; made him whole.
He got close to that mirror, so close that his breath fogged the glass, but it only served to obscure her image further.
